Simon Ho
Diary
Amsterdam, Paris, Sankt Petersburg, Kairo, New York oder Buenos Aires. Das sind nicht nur Städte, in denen Simon Ho gearbeitet hat und aufgetreten ist. Vielmehr sind sie Teil eines weit geflochtenen musikalischen Beziehungsnetzes, das er über Jahrzehnte aufgebaut und gepflegt hat. Daraus entstanden nicht nur enge Freundschaften, sondern gegenseitige Befruchtungen durch alle Stile und Traditionen hindurch. Es ist dieser Austausch, der seine Kompositionen jung, lebendig und immer wieder überraschend macht. Auf den Reisen führte Ho stets Tagebücher, in die er in dichten Worten und Bildern seine Eindrücke und Erlebnisse notierte und die ihn zum vorliegenden neuen Album inspiriert haben. Entstanden ist eine atmosphärisch dichte und zugleich schwebend klare Sprach- und Klangwelt, die den Zuhörer sogleich in ihren Bann zieht. Ein äusserst sorgfältig produziertes Werk von zauberhafter Eleganz.
Wer Simon Ho kennt weiss, dass er nicht nur ein gern gesehener und allseits willkommener Gast, sondern in seiner Wohnung in Brüssel auch ein grossartiger Gastgeber ist. Nicht umsonst sprechen Besucher aus aller Welt liebevoll vom Hotel Simon. Treten sie also ein und lassen sie sich von diesem wunderbaren Freund und Musiker entführen.
Christian Denzler
bar señorita / shaking dice
The girls are here again tonight
Hanging around the doors
Looking at the workers shaking dice
In their high heels and their eyes painted
Standing there by the door
With their long hair curled around their arms
And the night behind them neon shining through
In their high heel shoes.
The boys are here again tonight
Standing in the corner with their slicked back hair
Making out they didn’t care — a damn
Drinking Carta Blanca from a frosted can
And a cat slides between the legs of the tables and chairs.
Three televisions running different channels at the same time
No one listens to the politicians same old lies
The barman cutting lime
And a woman blows her nails dry
The door swings open and the man walks through.
The girls are here again tonight
Leaning against the wall
Laughing at the things that complicate their lives
In their high heels and their eyes painted
Standing there by the door
With their long hair curled around their arms
And the night behind them neon shining through
In their high heel shoes.
fantome
l’androgyne
Slave song / El Bar de los Bailarines
And we danced around the room
Her hand behind me
My face sometimes in the mirror
Candles in the gloom
The figure of christ in marble
And portraits of men in sombreros looking stern
Their moustaches turned
And their eyes a long way away
They’re all dead now anyway
And she dances very soft and sweet
I catch her face in the mirror
And I thought I saw a tear on her cheek
Maybe a tear on her cheek.
And outside
The children catching frogs in boxes
And fishing in the pools
Cattle drovers passing by
The phoenix dance
And the clouds of flys
And a big sun burning in the turquoise sky
Summer’s here
From the darkness I see it arrive.
And we danced around the room
Her hand behind me
My face sometimes in the mirror
Candles in the gloom
And at a table by the door
There was a man sitting there
Who wasn’t sitting there before.
And outside
The old men sit and talk and watch
And some are wise and some are fools
Trucks and chickens passing by
A coyote barks in the dying light
With a half moon floating in the evening sky
Summers here
From the darkness I see it arrive.
The silver mine
The silver mine – across the hills
I took the path and live there still
In shack beneath the shade of a tree
All my troubles wrapped up
And left behind me
A cock crows and the morning goes on
Like a new born song
The silver mine – across the hills
I’m living there still
Like the man in the moon
That shines through the window
All ancient and blue
I’m biding my time
But I must say that I
Wouldn’t mind at all
If he was here by my side.
Jose I see you walking in the desert
You’re talking to yourself
You’re watching the stars
The silver mine
Up through the mountains
Across the planes towards the sea
The silver mine
Through the caves of my mind
I’m waiting for no one
No one’s waiting for me
And now I see a head
I see some shoulders
I see a figure walking through the haze
I don’t know what to think
I don’t know what to say
The silver mine
I’m closing it up behind me
And now I feel free.
The silver mine
Disappearing behind me
As we head for the sea.
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